Soft Machines

Soft Machines

Welcome to the green parade

                Soft machines

                                Riding an infinite sea

                                                Towards inevitability.

Sap and blood

                Mix with electricity

                                To create pond slime and tree

                                                Porcupine and flea.


We’re all in the same boat, heading down a vast river towards nowhere.

The crew feed off the passengers.

The passengers are the crew.

There’s a lot of confusion.

Nobody knows who or what they are.

There’s a lot of talk and certainty.

They all make things up.

We’re here for the ride, yet we’re missing the journey.